You left me. And it never truly hit me, the realisation that you and
I would part ways and probably never speak again, although we swore to stay in touch.
It never really hit me that you'd move on and find someone new, and I'd do the same.
It didn't hit me that I wasn't going to be able to kiss you whenever I felt and hug you whenever I wanted, or even hold your hand.
And I think it's only hitting me now, because I was okay until I realised that I always let you wear my favourite hat because it looked better on you anyway.
And that even on the days where there was nothing to do but stare at a wall, I didn't care because you were staring at the same wall as I was.
But even though it's only hit me now, the pain is long over. For the simple reason that I found someone who mended my broken heart purely by giving me theirs. And maybe you were my star or my moon but they're my whole goddamn sky.
